'There was a time when, at any given moment, I did not know how I should reach the next one. Yes, in this world one can make war, play at love, torture one's fellow man, show off in the newspapers or merely speak ill of one's neighbour while knitting. But in some cases carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.'

'In the dark theater Lee could feel his body pull toward Allerton, an amoeboid protoplasmic projection, straining with a blind worm hunger to enter the other's body, to breathe with his lungs, see with his eyes, learn the feel of his viscera and genitals. Allerton shifted in his seat. Lee felt a sharp twinge, a strain or dislocation of the spirit. His eyes ache. He took off his glasses and ran his hand over his closed eyes.'

A daisy kind of day and follicles the mater described as "thunder hair".

Perhaps caused by the clap of thunder so loud it woke me from humid dreams - not an easy feat, there's a fair chance i'd sleep right through the zombie apocalypse - and scared the cowering crap out of the feline demon we like to call "The Charlie Bear".

My cat is all mouth - which is usually wrapped around someone's ankle - and no furry trousers.